| I got a migraine splittin' and a motel tanline
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| The pool party hittin' last night it was damn fine
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| Thirteen people passed out at the pool
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| Now wake 'em up make 'em jump we 'bout to leave them fools
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| 'Cause my Jim Bean habits got a habit of its own
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| I get drunk and try to sing every 90's rock song
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| Now I’m jukebox jumpin' keep it bumpin' 'til my change gone
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| I’m out now, southbound, country roads take me home
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| I live my life on the road
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| All day 'til the law come and get me like
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| I live my life on the road
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| Y’all don’t wanna know y’all don’t wanna know
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light e’ry night
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| Pushin' on the gas 'til my breath right say it like, what
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| I live my life on the road
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| Down in Mississippi sippin' on that Tennessee
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| You see me sippin' whiskey by the liter gettin' high in Pasadena
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| From Chicago to Ohio, West Virginia, Carolina
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| While Tarzan he married Jane in Michigan I married Juana
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| Yellin' turn up, turn up, everybody know it’s us
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| Yellin' burn up, burn up, somebody please roll the dutch
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| Back in Oklahoma we drank enough to go in a coma
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| Back in Dallas tappin' Alice at Gas Monkey we towed up
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| You can take me back to Florida and you can take me back to Georgia
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| Everywhere I back it up whether I’m here or in New Orleans
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| Try to keep me back at home but then I hear the people callin'
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| Then I’m back out on the road like I never ever left it
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| From overseas to Canada bring me back home
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| We run it back and play again like it’s a sad song
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| The higher I get the lower I go
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| I live my life like a show on the road I’m closer to home, I’m safe
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| I live my life on the road
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| All day 'til the law come and get me like
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| I live my life on the road
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| Y’all don’t wanna know y’all don’t wanna know
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light e’ry night
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| Pushin' on the gas 'til my breath right say it like, what
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| I live my life on the road
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| Stretchin' and yawnin' 'bout who got the marijuana
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| We tore outta Georgia ended up in North California
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| Man we been drinkin' with everybody we party regardless
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| Outta be watchin' for law but instead this blonde got me stoppin'
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| Y’all know that Prevost is ridin' we wind up in Carolina
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| Tryin' to get back to the hizzy but these people keep wylin'
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| Man we so blessed, don’t bet on us ever quittin'
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| Hit up that number I gave you we’ll talk and see what your spinnin'
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| Listen we packin' up and rollin' out at five o’clock for mamas house
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| And fire up that ole GPS and find out what’s the closest route
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| I know that we forgettin' somethin', microphones and shit for drummin'
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| Pedalboards and all the gear, I bet we don’t forget the beer
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| Eighty mile an hour party flyin' tryin' to cover ground
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| Pilots got a Hardies probably why I gained a bunch a pounds
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| Water fountain satisfaction gassin' up the diesel
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| Make some memories and money with my partyin' people
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| We goin' loud
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| I live my life on the road
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| All day 'til the law come and get me like
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| I live my life on the road
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| Y’all don’t wanna know y’all don’t wanna know
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light e’ry night
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| Pushin' on the gas 'til my breath right say it like, what
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| I live my life on the road
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| Set out to show the globe that I’m a microphone killer
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| So I’m on the road longer than a flattened armadillo
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| Up in Michigan they had a blizzard but we wasn’t chillin'
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| We was rollin' on the ice ice baby like vanilla
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| Ohio it was fire though we was swingin' off the rafters
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| They was lovin' these old drunk ass crazy southern rappers
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| Shared the stage with Uncle Kracker it was packed and they was clappin'
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| And I swear to God my dogs Clay and Brian made it happen
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| You ain’t gotta like us you can try hard to ignore us
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| But I thank the Lord for the support it’s sorta euphoric
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| That Ford van is forced to forge ahead and stay on course
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| That’s our work horse we live our life according to the chorus
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| We some Highwaymen like Waylon and Chris
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| I keep that straight six screamin' while I’m grippin' the fifth
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| 'Cause when we show up it’s a wrap you been given a gift
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| Jed Clampett on the mic boy it’s a hit when I miss
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| I live my life on the road
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| I live my life on the road
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light e’ry night
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| Pushin' on the gas 'til my breath right say it like
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| I live my life on the road
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| I live my life on the road
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| All day 'til the law come and get me like
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| I live my life on the road
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| Y’all don’t wanna know y’all don’t wanna know
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| Catch me runnin' through a red light e’ry night
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| Pushin' on the gas 'til my breath right say it like, what
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| I live my life on the road |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life on the Road , by - Racket CountySong from the album Welcome to Dodge City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп